The Mets are tearing me apart this year. I don’t pretend to speak for all Mets fans, but I can’t be alone in feeling this way.
Every day I feel like I want to write this team off for the season; so that I can try to not care and enjoy the rest of spring and summer.
Seemingly every day, the Mets find ways to reinforce that feeling in me. Whether it be with a bad loss or another injury, the ominous feeling is real.
Then they win a game or two, get positive injury news, and more importantly, show life, and I catch myself thinking, “But wait!”
After winning three of four games over Memorial Day Weekend (and now four of five), things don’t seem as dire as they did less than a week ago.
All of a sudden, despite being buried, I look up and notice that the Nationals haven’t exactly been tearing up the league since the Adam Eaton injury. Are they more vulnerable than the media has led us to believe? Maybe, but let’s not even go that far yet.
A Wild Card spot is not totally out of reach. The Mets are seven games out with 112 games to play. That’s a lot of games left.
I know that Madison Bumgarner left a bad taste in our mouths last October, but look around the league — there aren’t that many Bumgarner-type-pitchers that would potentially be in a Wild Card game this year.
I look at all of this and I can’t help but feel that scary sensation of hope.